“You’d have thought we planned it,” says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile. “Didn’t you?” asks Portia. Her fingers press her eyelids closed as if she’s warding off a very bright light. “No,” I say, looking at Peeta with a new sense of appreciation. “Neither of us even knew what we were going to do before we went in.” “And, Haymitch?” says Peeta. “We decided we don’t want any other allies in the arena.” “Good. Then I won’t be responsible for you killing off any of my friends with your stupidity,” he says. “That’s just what we were thinking,” I tell him.
